Came home from the west end tonight and decided to watch a film I had recorded on Sky Plus, Bride & Prejudice. I dont know what I thought this movie was about but by no means did I expect it to be an Asian Version of Moulin Rouge. I didnt even know it was a musical. It was funny and sweet and romantic. Rent it!
Had my appointment today back at London Bridge Private Hospital. Botox has gone as well as hoped. All I know is I feel at least five years younger.
Desperatly looking for a new work contract at the moment too. If you know of anything, drop me a line; neil@vauxhallcowboy.com
Cheers X
Friday, March 31, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Richard left his cake out in the rain
This evening I spoke to my dear friend Richard in Bristol. He said he left his cake out in the rain, was his favourite song. I didnt even know it, do you?
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Cheese & Wine Party 24th March 2006
Mark & Richard invited me to a small cheese & wine party at theirs this Friday evening. At first you could easily be lead astrayed to think that this was an acronim for something more sinister than we were leaving to believe.
Londoners suffer from what I can only describe as "Too much syndrome". Two much of everything, its too good there. They are so used to partying and having fun that it all merges with reality and the fact that you CAN go out everynight. Which means on the odd occasion that someone flings open their own doors and invites you over, you come bounding in leaps.
Tonight was such an occasion. I made myself across town and to Surrey Quays and parked at the shopping centre so that I could buy some Wine & drink and flowers for my hosts. As I left the supermaket and was queueing to pay at Checkout I spotted a good old friend of mine from years back, James Sky. Neither of us had seen each other for 3 years so a nice catch up was due and we made our way to the Burger Kng Restaurant to get a couple of coffees.
Was nice to catch up afer so long!
Arrived at the party just after 7 pm and soon after Stuart Little arrived. He insisted on turning every picture in the house upstairs over so it was upsidedown. An hour later Richard spotted the upside down picture and attempted to right it. Slipping on teh uneven stair and while at reach, the picture fell and hit his middle upper lip, causing immediate swelling and bleeding. How Stuart and I laughed. Which we truly feel evil for, but how we laughed and laughed. God bless Richard it really did happen to the nicest man you could ever want to meet.
The rest of the party was fine but uneventfull. Fab night out and off to bed now for an early one for me at 0130AM
Night Night X
Londoners suffer from what I can only describe as "Too much syndrome". Two much of everything, its too good there. They are so used to partying and having fun that it all merges with reality and the fact that you CAN go out everynight. Which means on the odd occasion that someone flings open their own doors and invites you over, you come bounding in leaps.
Tonight was such an occasion. I made myself across town and to Surrey Quays and parked at the shopping centre so that I could buy some Wine & drink and flowers for my hosts. As I left the supermaket and was queueing to pay at Checkout I spotted a good old friend of mine from years back, James Sky. Neither of us had seen each other for 3 years so a nice catch up was due and we made our way to the Burger Kng Restaurant to get a couple of coffees.
Was nice to catch up afer so long!
Arrived at the party just after 7 pm and soon after Stuart Little arrived. He insisted on turning every picture in the house upstairs over so it was upsidedown. An hour later Richard spotted the upside down picture and attempted to right it. Slipping on teh uneven stair and while at reach, the picture fell and hit his middle upper lip, causing immediate swelling and bleeding. How Stuart and I laughed. Which we truly feel evil for, but how we laughed and laughed. God bless Richard it really did happen to the nicest man you could ever want to meet.
The rest of the party was fine but uneventfull. Fab night out and off to bed now for an early one for me at 0130AM
Night Night X
Friday, March 24, 2006
Botox
Howdi
I feel like I should be begining a Confession - Forgive me for I have sinned, it has been two weeks since my last entry. In truth, i have been busy. Had a work assingment to do from home and far from working less you actually seem to work more. Still it was finished and emailed over today in time for me to chill for the weekend.
Last thursday, after much grief & ridical from my friends Richard & Mark I was talked into seeing a consultant at the Private Hospital that Richard works at in London Bridge.
After speaking for ten minutes in his office which would not have looked out of place in the offices of a partner from a Law Firm as huge Medical books on all aspects of the face & science were uncovered in depth.
Photographs were taken of my face from both the front and side Angles and then I was led through to the main procedure room. The glamourous assistant, Janey, assuring me that she would be with me throughout the procedure and that there was nothing to be concerned about. My questions answered I was asked to lie on the bed like the kind you see in a Doctors Surgury.
It was reclined and a huge light similar to that seen at a Dentist surgery was aluminated to light up the face and let the Doctor see in Detail.
A highligter pen marked the areas on my forhead where the needle would go and Janey prepared the cooling device that chilled my forehead prior to injection. This apparently reduces and any pain and swelling that could occur. Aside from a small prick I felt no discompfort and within ten minutes was completed and I was handed my Bill.
Strict instructions followed. Absolutly NO BENDING DOWN whatsover. This can cause the Botouism Toxolid to move to different areas of your face. As I bent down to pick up my Coat the Nurse shouted over - "Thats Bending". I was warned.
Richard collected me and gave me a tour of the rest of the Hospital.
The following Guidelines had been given to me;
* No Bending for 6 Hours
* No Heat or Exercision for 6 Hours (thats easy), he he
* Dont rub the forehead for 6 hours
* Dont expect to see any change for 4 to 6 days.
Richard and I went for coffee and try as you might you cant help but want to look in the mirror at every oportunity and see if there have been any changes.
I woke the following morning and if anything the lines were worse than ever but sure to their word as the days moved on they reduced more and more to the near smooth surface that now represents my forhead.
Did it Hurt? No. Was it worth it? Yes. Would I do it again? Deffinitely. For further details you can contact Chris himself on the above link. And for now I shall enjoy my youthfull looks once more and see how long it lasts.
One thing I can be sure of is that it costs no more than three monthly visits to Tony & Guys hair salon and I do my own hair. Ill keep you posted.
At the end of the day, money is only as good as the happiness it can bring. I had a fabulous weekend and felt great!
Lets see if I pull this weekend.
I feel like I should be begining a Confession - Forgive me for I have sinned, it has been two weeks since my last entry. In truth, i have been busy. Had a work assingment to do from home and far from working less you actually seem to work more. Still it was finished and emailed over today in time for me to chill for the weekend.
Last thursday, after much grief & ridical from my friends Richard & Mark I was talked into seeing a consultant at the Private Hospital that Richard works at in London Bridge.
After speaking for ten minutes in his office which would not have looked out of place in the offices of a partner from a Law Firm as huge Medical books on all aspects of the face & science were uncovered in depth.
Photographs were taken of my face from both the front and side Angles and then I was led through to the main procedure room. The glamourous assistant, Janey, assuring me that she would be with me throughout the procedure and that there was nothing to be concerned about. My questions answered I was asked to lie on the bed like the kind you see in a Doctors Surgury.
It was reclined and a huge light similar to that seen at a Dentist surgery was aluminated to light up the face and let the Doctor see in Detail.
A highligter pen marked the areas on my forhead where the needle would go and Janey prepared the cooling device that chilled my forehead prior to injection. This apparently reduces and any pain and swelling that could occur. Aside from a small prick I felt no discompfort and within ten minutes was completed and I was handed my Bill.
Strict instructions followed. Absolutly NO BENDING DOWN whatsover. This can cause the Botouism Toxolid to move to different areas of your face. As I bent down to pick up my Coat the Nurse shouted over - "Thats Bending". I was warned.
Richard collected me and gave me a tour of the rest of the Hospital.
The following Guidelines had been given to me;
* No Bending for 6 Hours
* No Heat or Exercision for 6 Hours (thats easy), he he
* Dont rub the forehead for 6 hours
* Dont expect to see any change for 4 to 6 days.
Richard and I went for coffee and try as you might you cant help but want to look in the mirror at every oportunity and see if there have been any changes.
I woke the following morning and if anything the lines were worse than ever but sure to their word as the days moved on they reduced more and more to the near smooth surface that now represents my forhead.
Did it Hurt? No. Was it worth it? Yes. Would I do it again? Deffinitely. For further details you can contact Chris himself on the above link. And for now I shall enjoy my youthfull looks once more and see how long it lasts.
One thing I can be sure of is that it costs no more than three monthly visits to Tony & Guys hair salon and I do my own hair. Ill keep you posted.
At the end of the day, money is only as good as the happiness it can bring. I had a fabulous weekend and felt great!
Lets see if I pull this weekend.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Joffrey & Chris’s get away weekend
12th March 2006
Just after Christmas I received an email from my friends Joffrey & Chris inviting me to attend a weekend break with them and their friends in the country. As the invitation stated, once again another year has passed and once more we all get caught in the hustle of the big city and rarely have the time that we would like to commit to sharing with dear friends. So to this end it was that for the past three years Joffrey & Chris invite their close friends to share a weekend chilling together.
To keep costs down and to ensure that everyone could partake despite of anyone’s budget Chris had booked a Youth Hostel for the Friday to Sunday. It was not maintained and so we had free roam of the place.
Every year they invite a couple of new people to join the group and this year wanted to include me in their invitation list. Thrilled to be invited I accepted and was kept up to date by a series of Emails including the one of last week with directions and address.
Being a modern city boy and a man of my mod cons I programmed in the address to my Global Positioning Satellite System and figured that as the town of Lowescombe only had two roads it couldn’t be that difficult to find ones way to the Hostel. Woops. How wrong could I be? The signal kept cutting out and as the light faded I found myself lost on country lanes. Thankfully I managed to contact Joffrey and he & Chris were about to arrive at the local train station. Off I headed to pick them up.
Within 15 minutes we were winding our way down the smallest of country lanes you have ever seen that would not have looked out of place on the set of Postman Pat. A Single tracked road that wound its way up and down the Sussex Downs until we reached our home for the weekend. 2 several hundred year old cottages knocked through to make a twee but cosy Youth Hostel. Lounge, Dinning Room, Kitchen and 6 bedrooms filled with bunk beds that reminded me of the sort of home the Famous Five or Secret Seven would have spent their summer holidays in.
Joffrey & I made the run to the Supermarket & stocked up on enough food to cater the boys and enough drink to make everyone merry. The rest of Friday was spent bonding and chilling.
Saturday afternoon I woke at 1300 to discover nearly the entire group had left already. Feeling slightly worse for wear from the excessive levels of grape juice (Shiraz) I had consumed the night before and groggy from having slept for nearly 12 hours I decided to skip the option of a hike on the downs over having a chilled afternoon of coffee & a shower before making my way to Brighton for some fresh sea air and a little shopping.
I got back to the Hostel at around 1900 and most of the gang were back. We sat up until 0400 Sunday morning playing Poker, Underwear Twister (why are gay men so quick to get their kit off?) Ending up playing Spin the bottle and “Kiss, Truth or Dare”. Not one to be shy I chose a dare as my first spin and thanks to Joffrey ended up having to play the whole game sat in my underwear. Still was a truly unique weekend. Away from the hassles and commitments of the city. Away from the signal of my mobile phone. No internet access and only good old fashioned bonding and sharing quality time with a group of lovely people. (Not to mention, some real hotties too).
In all the years that the youth hostel has been there I wonder if it has ever seen a group of 15 gay men as residents before? Its times like this & other events like Pride that make me proud to be gay. We have a true sense of community. I realise how lucky I am to have such a broad group of friends. Away from the outside world & in a 100% Gay environment its hard not to be happy to be be a poof.
So a huge Thank you to Chris & Joffrey for a unique and enjoyable weekend! Cheers boys!
Just after Christmas I received an email from my friends Joffrey & Chris inviting me to attend a weekend break with them and their friends in the country. As the invitation stated, once again another year has passed and once more we all get caught in the hustle of the big city and rarely have the time that we would like to commit to sharing with dear friends. So to this end it was that for the past three years Joffrey & Chris invite their close friends to share a weekend chilling together.
To keep costs down and to ensure that everyone could partake despite of anyone’s budget Chris had booked a Youth Hostel for the Friday to Sunday. It was not maintained and so we had free roam of the place.
Every year they invite a couple of new people to join the group and this year wanted to include me in their invitation list. Thrilled to be invited I accepted and was kept up to date by a series of Emails including the one of last week with directions and address.
Being a modern city boy and a man of my mod cons I programmed in the address to my Global Positioning Satellite System and figured that as the town of Lowescombe only had two roads it couldn’t be that difficult to find ones way to the Hostel. Woops. How wrong could I be? The signal kept cutting out and as the light faded I found myself lost on country lanes. Thankfully I managed to contact Joffrey and he & Chris were about to arrive at the local train station. Off I headed to pick them up.
Within 15 minutes we were winding our way down the smallest of country lanes you have ever seen that would not have looked out of place on the set of Postman Pat. A Single tracked road that wound its way up and down the Sussex Downs until we reached our home for the weekend. 2 several hundred year old cottages knocked through to make a twee but cosy Youth Hostel. Lounge, Dinning Room, Kitchen and 6 bedrooms filled with bunk beds that reminded me of the sort of home the Famous Five or Secret Seven would have spent their summer holidays in.
Joffrey & I made the run to the Supermarket & stocked up on enough food to cater the boys and enough drink to make everyone merry. The rest of Friday was spent bonding and chilling.
Saturday afternoon I woke at 1300 to discover nearly the entire group had left already. Feeling slightly worse for wear from the excessive levels of grape juice (Shiraz) I had consumed the night before and groggy from having slept for nearly 12 hours I decided to skip the option of a hike on the downs over having a chilled afternoon of coffee & a shower before making my way to Brighton for some fresh sea air and a little shopping.
I got back to the Hostel at around 1900 and most of the gang were back. We sat up until 0400 Sunday morning playing Poker, Underwear Twister (why are gay men so quick to get their kit off?) Ending up playing Spin the bottle and “Kiss, Truth or Dare”. Not one to be shy I chose a dare as my first spin and thanks to Joffrey ended up having to play the whole game sat in my underwear. Still was a truly unique weekend. Away from the hassles and commitments of the city. Away from the signal of my mobile phone. No internet access and only good old fashioned bonding and sharing quality time with a group of lovely people. (Not to mention, some real hotties too).
In all the years that the youth hostel has been there I wonder if it has ever seen a group of 15 gay men as residents before? Its times like this & other events like Pride that make me proud to be gay. We have a true sense of community. I realise how lucky I am to have such a broad group of friends. Away from the outside world & in a 100% Gay environment its hard not to be happy to be be a poof.
So a huge Thank you to Chris & Joffrey for a unique and enjoyable weekend! Cheers boys!
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)